capering。 They shrank down in fear; and quested
anxiously about with their eyes for a way of retreat。
Then Red…Eye walked in among them。 They cowered away
from him。 All were frightened。 But he made no attempt
to hurt them。 He was one of them。 At his heels; on
stringy bended legs; supporting herself with knuckles
to the ground on either side; walked an old female of
the Tree People; his latest wife。 He sat down in the
midst of the circle。 I can see him now; as I write
this; scowling; his eyes inflamed; as he peers about
him at the circle of the Tree People。 And as he peers
he crooks one monstrous leg and with his gnarly toes
scratches himself on the stomach。 He is Red…Eye; the
atavism。
End
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